Chapter 1 I Could Be The Good Guy

He just told me that he could be the good guy, and I wanted so much to believe him. My heart was pounding. I could hear the beats ringing in my ears as he took my hands in his. He bent his head over our hands, raised them to his lips as he inhaled their essence. It was the most erotic thing I'd ever experienced. In that breath, he knew me...he knew me as though he recognized my scent. Wolves mate for life.

"Logan, I," I was at a loss for words.

He looked up and said again "I could be the good guy." He paused, as if searching his very soul, then looked back up into my eyes and said, "I want to be the good guy…for you."

Excitement coursed through my body. It was so surreal. This can't be happening, I thought. This is Logan. He was born to be the bad guy. He never listens, he does things his own way, yet he seems so sincere. Why me? Why now? Why when I'm involved with Scott….Oh God...what am I going to say to Scott? I panicked. I can't let this go on.

"Logan, wait" I paused. "Oh God..." I pulled my hands from his. "I don't know what to do. I can't think of what I..." I turned my face away from him, visibly shaken; he could see the inner turmoil struggling within me. He sensed my confusion and tried to reach out to me. I turned my back towards him avoiding his touch. "I just can't do this right now." I cried.

Logan came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders, resting them there gently. Surprise and excitement raced through my body as he leaned forward, as if to whisper in my ear. A low growl emanated from deep within him as he nuzzled the side of my neck. The sound made me quiver in anticipation.

My hands reached up to grab his which were now sliding sensuously down my arms…uhh…he's nibbling my neck. My pulse pounded against his lips. They were warm and moist. My left hand unconsciously worked its way up into his hair, pulling him closer, molding his mouth to my neck. I could hear him breathing into my ear, fast and hard. My mouth opened as I gulped fresh air because suddenly I couldn't breathe. Dear God! Chills ran down my neck as he methodically tongued my pulse point. My body was pulsating with raw pleasure as I turned to face him. Our foreheads pressed together as we looked at each other as hunter to hunted. We were breathing hard, devouring each other with our eyes. He slightly turned his head and I followed suit until our lips touched, tentatively at first, as we breathed in each other. Sensuous lips I thought as his lips roved over mine...his facial hairs tickling my cheeks, giving me a new sense of awareness of his animal-like magnetism.

I lost all thoughts of reason. Logan was the only thing I could think of, he enveloped me with his presence. The feel of his warm, strong lips on mine, his arms wrapped around me as my fingers strayed through his thick hair, the musky smell of raw male. His mouth opened on mine and I felt his tongue parting my lips. My mouth answered as our tongues teased and stroked each other in wild abandon. He consumed me.

My hands reached to touch the corded muscles in his neck as I nibbled his lips and sucked on his tongue. I felt wild and wicked and I wanted to be the bad girl to his bad guy. What has come over me?

I wrenched my mouth away. "Logan"...I breathed against his mouth as I struggled to catch my breath. He was relentless. He captured my mouth once more in a quick hard kiss.

"Logan," I lamented. "I can't do this to Scott." Logan started to shake his head in denial.

"No," he said, "I don't want you to do this to Scott either. But," he said as he stared intently into my eyes, "we belong together."

I felt it...I knew it...but I was torn. I belonged to another. I turned away from Logan and said over my shoulder, "I need some time to think" and I ran out into the woods. I ran until my sides ached and I thought my lungs would burst from the exertion. I came to an abrupt halt and doubled over, my hands on my knees, breathing deep and hard. Sweat poured from every pore in my body as I tried to catch my breath. What am I going to do?

Scott doesn't deserve this, he loves me. And I love him, right? But would I be content with Scott now knowing that I wanted another? It wasn't fair. Life in general just wasn't fair. Why did this have to happen? I was content, I was happy...or so I thought, until tonight.

I have to talk to Scott. I just have to. The guilt was eating me up inside. I didn't mean for this to happen. Oh God, how can I tell him? The feeling of dread that welled up inside of me was nearly unbearable. He deserves to know. I can't deceive him. And he should hear it from me. Ok, Jean, get a hold of yourself. Be strong. Think-think about what you're going to say and how you're going to say it. He's going to be so disappointed in me, I thought miserably. I always do the right thing, but this time I don't know what the right thing is anymore else I'd never have let Logan kiss me.

I took a deep cleansing breath, lifted my head and pushed my shoulders back. Ah, that feels better. I made my decision. I had to tell Scott and I would do it now. It's better to get it over and done with. The sooner the better. I slowly made my way out of the woods and found the path that led back to the camp. I thought of what I would say, how Scott would react. I prayed I'd find the right words.

I found him by the fire. The firelight reflected off his hair and cast a warm glow to his face. He was so handsome, boyishly so. The light made me just want to run my fingers through his hair and kiss those silken cheeks of his. I was so confused. I couldn't believe those thoughts were even running through my head. He turned when he heard me approach and gave me a smile that just a few moments before would have melted my heart.